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AIKU 

Haiku 

by 

Ray Scott 


The Stanza Break Series # 55 



Jaiku 



Ray Scott 



Jaiku 

Ray Scott 

Cover Art by Brandt Moore 
Layout/design by Mark Clement 

ISBN: 978-1-926495-03-3 


First Printing date: Oct. 2014 


© 2014 by Ray Scott 

No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted 
in any form without the prior written permission of the 
author(s), except in the case of reviewers who may 
quote brief passages. 


To Katherine L. Gordon & I. Bunny Iskov 
for their on-going support and encouragement 




Sun warms the wings 
after flying near the jail 
crimson razor wire. 


§ 


Sparrow sits and stares 
atop the stainless steel fence 
galvanized blood. 


§ 


Migration shadows 
as I stand staring 
from jail. 


1 



Along the jail fence 
starlings hang on razor wire 
stare at us. 


§ 


Just before dawn 
past the old jail fence 
starling migration. 


§ 


Pulling the last shade 
of night heading south 
a million starlings. 


2 



Playing Scrabble with 
their backs to the window 
a red-tailed hawk. 


§ 


First leaf of fall 
as temperatures drop 
letter from home. 


§ 


Facing north 
after the snowstorm 
windless clouds. 


3 



Along the fence 
the gravity of snow 
reveals barbed wire. 


§ 


Sleeping on the floor 
three to a cell at Maplehurst 
sounds the guards make. 


§ 


I hope I never 

have to hear these sounds 

keys lock hopelessness. 


4 



In his need for words 
he had never ever read 
1984 . 


§ 


Three years in jail 
everything changes, except 
Mr. Noodles. 


§ 


Just when you think 
it’s time to go for Yard 
short staff lock down. 


5 



No shortness of breath 
among the proletariat 
his life story. 


§ 


The old guys 
all get stereotyped. 
Goof-y eh! 


§ 


I have been here 
longer than I like 
without butter tarts. 


6 



Waiting 

for my coffee while 
the server eats. 


§ 


Still no wind 

this long dreary winter 

solitary bird. 


§ 


At the table 

they talk about me 

beggars pimps thieves. 


7 



Tomorrow 
my celly leaves 
for a breach. 


§ 


At the roof line 

blue sky windows reveal 

wishes only. 


§ 


Another cold day 
snow along the fence 
escapes in the wind. 


8 



Licorice slides 
over the tongue 
broken tooth. 


§ 


After the escape 
I win the lottery. 
O! A dream. 


§ 


The last six months 
should be the fastest. 
It is still winter. 


9 



Traveling through 
the long winter nights 
at the speed of dark. 


§ 


Criticisms 

my mother brings up 
February thaw. 


§ 


Old friend 

from London Middlesex 
at the bus stop. 


10 



After the search 
not even a sound 
outside a hawk. 


§ 


Prison Justice Day 
the silence of history 
quiet August 


§ 


Some months to go 
and I’m still dreaming 
about vacation. 


11 



My new celly 
shipped to OCI today. 
Goose droppings. 


§ 


Stabbed in the back 
someone Googled my name 
half-friends. 


§ 


How short was 
his life on drugs? 
Oxy Moron. 


12 



Justin Bieber 
and the prison boys 
no reason no rhyme. 


§ 


All new on the Range 
they rush to the toilet. 
Kinder egg surprise. 


§ 


Just as meds come 
a new fight off range 
no surprise. 


13 



Short winter sun 
but trees do not care 
until spring comes. 


§ 


Dark city nights 

are free of drugs and crime 

two years less a day. 


§ 


Another day in jail 
gotta keep positive 
late winter thaw. 


14 



How many half-friends 
did he have upon release? 
One hand-butt. 


§ 


Solitary 

last question mark 
at his parole. 


§ 


After lockup 
orange sun goes down 
tired reflection. 


15 



Sudden March sun 
as the world turns south 
towards my release. 


§ 


Sure sign of spring 

through bare trees heading south 

jets vapor trails. 


§ 


Someone keeps 
sending me orphans 
I send them back. 


16 



Out the cell window 
new year’s snow has melted 
lazy bird flies south. 


§ 


In this cold 

fresh dust seems heavy 
on my blanket. 


§ 


Wild turkeys walk 
past the memory of snow 
this spring’s first bird. 


17 



New Year’s Day 
along the barbed wire 
two white-tailed deer. 


§ 


After three months 
staring at the brick floor 
Christmas card. 


§ 


Christmas Day 

the search for world peace 

continues. 


18 



About the Author: 


Ray Scott grew up in Woodstock, Ontario and 
started on his poetic journey in 1970. He has 
published three other collections of haiku poetry. 
This is his first Stanza Break Series chapbook. 


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The Ontario Poetry Society 
has published the following chapbooks 
for its members. 


Beret Days Press Stanza Break Series Chapbooks 


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ISBN 

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Merle Amodeo 

978-1 

Angels in Twilight 

Laura DeLeon 

978-1 

Lovely as a Tree 

Norma West Linder 

978-1 

Muskat Rose 

Don Stabler 

978-1 

A Meteorology of Love 

Henry Beissel 

978-1 

A Coruscant Life 

Honey Novick 

978-1 

Beholder’s Eye 

Howard Freedlander 

978-1 

Social Networking 

Peggy Fletcher 

978-1 

A Fly On My Wall 

Mel Sarnese 

978-1 

Another Trail of Comet Dust 

Debbie Okun Hill 

978-1 

Grace Notes 

Rhonda Melanson 

978-1 

Turning Pink 

Naomi Benoist 

978-1 

The Solitary Whimbrel 

Dorothy Stott 

978-1 

Come Ye Back 

Hope Morritt 

978-1 

A Spirit’s Journey 

Hayley King 

978-1 

The Visitant 

Dorothy Stott 

978-1 

A Breath of Rebirth 

Paul Mackan 

978-1 

Best Bar None 

Gary E. Miller 

978-1 

Martin’s History 

LB. Iskov 

978-1 

Dreams of the Succubi 

Peter Scott Cameron 

978-1 

Book of Hours 

John Di Leonardo 

978-1 


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A Beret Days Book 
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